because he was a brother and had a different kind of look. Was he not holy dnough or why could he not catch up on the others?

There were two beds in the room and in one bed there was a fellow: and when they went in he called out:

----Hello! It's young Dedalus! What's up?

----The sky is up, Brother Michael said.

He was a fellow out of the third of grammar and, while Stephen was undressing, he asked Brother Michael to bring him a round of buttered toast.

----Ah, do! he said.

----Butter you up! said Brother Michael. You'll get your walking papers in the morning when the doctor comes.

----Will I? the fellow said. I'm not well yet.

Brother Michael repeated:

----You'll get your walking papers, I tell you.

He bent down to rake the fire. He had a long back like the long back of a tramhorse. He shook the poker gravely and nodded his head at the fellow out of third of grammar.

Then Brother Michael went away and after a while the fellow out of third of grammar turned in towards the wall and fell asleep.

That was the infirmary. He was sick then. Had they written home to tell his mother and father? But it would be quicker for one of the priests to go himself to tell them. Or he would write a letter for the priest to bring.

Dear Mother

I am sick. I want to go home. Please come and take me home. I am in the infirmary. 

Your fond son,

Stephen

How far away they were! There was cold sunlight outside the window. He wondered if he would die. You